This is very lovely. I found this particular paragraph similiar to a part in my life:
In this life, you say you want to hold my hand. And then you push me away. Oh, so how do you think that makes me feel.
There is someone who keeps saying that I push them away ... the (not-so) funny part is ... is how can I push them away if they aren't even standing next to me? They say I'm with them, and then say I'm not. They show me they absolutely love me, and yet they don't call. It's like a 50/50 thing. Half in ... half out. And because of that, it makes me contain the love I want to express to them, which hurts the both of us in the end.
Sorry .... didn't mean to vent. I'm just tired of half way like I've said soooo many times before.